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  1. Every Breath You Take...the ultimate obsessive stalker tune...yeah, I'd be a little freaked out.

    Running a close second, "I Want You"- Elvis Costello

    Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell

    I don't think I can live without you

    And I know that I never will

    Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death

    I can't say anymore than "I love you"

    Everything else is a waste of breath

    I want you

    You've had your fun you don't get well no more

    I want you

    Your fingernails go dragging down the wall

    Be careful darling you might fall

    I want you

    I woke up and one of us was crying

    I want you

    You said "Young man I do believe you're dying"

    I want you

    If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days

    I want you

    You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways

    I want you

    Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget

    I want you

    Since when were you so generous and inarticulate

    I want you

    It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for

    It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for

    I want you

    it's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing

    It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing

    I want you

    He tossed some tattered compliment your way

    I want you

    And you were fool enough to love it when he said

    "I want you"

    I want you

    The truth can't hurt you it's just like the dark

    It scares you witless

    But in time you see things clear and stark

    I want you

    Go on and hurt me then we'll let it drop

    I want you

    I'm afraid I won't know where to stop

    I want you

    I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you

    I want you

    I want to know the things you did that we do too

    I want you

    I want to hear he pleases you more than I do

    I want you

    I might as well be useless for all it means to you

    I want you

    Did you call his name out as he held you down

    I want you

    Oh no my darling not with that clown

    I want you

    I want you

    You've had your fun you don't get well no more

    I want you

    No-one who wants you could want you more

    I want you

    I want you

    I want you

    Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up

    I want you

    I'm going to say it once again 'til I instill it

    I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it

    I want you

    I want you

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  2. Lyrics:

    Holiday In Cambodia

    So you been to school for a year or two

    And you know you've seen it all

    In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far

    Back east your type don't crawl

    Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz

    On your five grand stereo

    Braggin that you know how the n*****s feel cold

    And the slums got so much soul

    It's time to taste what you most fear

    Right Guard will not help you here

    Brace yourself, my dear

    It's a holiday in Cambodia

    It's tough kid, but it's life

    It's a holiday in Cambodia

    Don't forget to pack a wife

    Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech

    You want everyone to act like you

    Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich

    But your boss gets richer on you

    Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back

    For a bowl of rice a day

    Slave for soldiers til you starve

    Then your head skewered on a stake

    Now you can go where people are one

    Now you can go where they get things done

    What you need my son:

    Is a holiday in Cambodia

    Where people dress in black

    A holiday in Cambodia

    Where you'll kiss ass or crack

    Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.]

    And it's a holiday in Cambodia

    Where you'll do what you're told

    A holiday in Cambodia

    Where the slums got so much soul

  3. My dad loved big band and jazz. He had his own big band in the late fourties and they played quite a few gigs. As he reached his 20's, he played jazz. He paid his way through college playing in bars. He played the piano up until 6 months before his death with a bunch of other semi pro guys his age. They always had a great time when they got together, which was monthly. They got gigs too. We had a Dixieland band play at his graveside service.

    My mom liked the same music my dad did, but also liked The Beatles and Simon and Garfunkle.

  4. Lyrics for: For What It's Worth

    There's something happening here

    What it is ain't exactly clear

    There's a man with a gun over there

    Telling me I got to beware

    I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    There's battle lines being drawn

    Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

    Young people speaking their minds

    Getting so much resistance from behind

    I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    What a field-day for the heat

    A thousand people in the street

    Singing songs and carrying signs

    Mostly say, hooray for our side

    It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    Paranoia strikes deep

    Into your life it will creep

    It starts when you're always afraid

    You step out of line, the man come and take you away

    We better stop, hey, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    Stop, hey, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    Stop, now, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

    Stop, children, what's that sound

    Everybody look what's going down

  5. "Loser" is the song that pops into my head when I think of Beck. I dont have any Beck albums, though. Just the single for "Loser." It's a very catchy song and the lyrics are great!

    Loser

    In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey,

    butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie

    with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables,

    dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose,

    kill the headlights and put it in neutral,

    stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control,

    baby's in Reno with the vitamin D,

    got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat,

    someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane)

    to complain about

    a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt,

    don't believe everything that you breathe,

    you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve,

    so shave your face with some mace in the dark,

    saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,

    yo, cut it

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,

    double barrel buckshot,

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me,

    forces of evil on a bozo nightmare,

    ban all the music with a phony gas chamber

    cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag,

    one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag,

    with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job,

    the daytime crap of the folk singers slop,

    he hung himself with a guitar string,

    a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing,

    I can't write if ya' can't relate,

    trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate,

    and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite,

    who's chokin' on the splinters

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    get crazy with the cheez-wiz,

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    drive, by, body pierce

    yo bring it on down

    Soy

    (em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS)

    I'm a driver, I'm a winner

    things are gonna' change I can feel it

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    I can't believe it

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    Sprechen sie deutsch, baby

    Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

    You know what I'm sayin'

  6. How about "Dreams" by Van Halen?

    World turns black and white

    Pictures in an empty room

    Your love starts fallin' down

    Better change your tune

    Yeah, you reach for the golden ring

    Reach for the sky

    Baby, just spread your wings

    We'll get higher and higher

    Straight up we'll climb

    We'll get higher and higher

    Leave it all behind

    Run, run, run away

    Like a train runnin' off the track

    Got the truth bein' left behind

    Falls between the cracks

    Standin' on broken dreams

    Never losin' sight, ah

    Well just spread your wings

    We'll get higher and higher

    Straight up we'll climb

    We'll get higher and higher

    Leave it all behind

    So baby dry your eyes

    Save all the tears you've cried

    Oh, that's what dreams are made of

    'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong

    Oh, that's what dreams are made of

    Yeah, we'll get higher and higher

    Straight up we'll climb

    Higher and higher

    Leave it all behind

    Oh, we'll get higher and higher

    Who knows what we'll find?

    So baby dry your eyes

    Save all the tears you've cried

    Oh, that's what dreams are made of

    Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong

    Oh, that's what dreams are made of

    And in the end on dreams we will depend

    'Cause that's what love is made of

  7. Honestly speaking, if i had to choose to send someone to the electric chair, and i had Hitler, and a Rapist in front of me, i would choose the rapist. Worst Crime EVER!

    I think Hitler may have been a little worse than a rapist, with the millions killed and all, but I understand your anger. How about we put the rapist on Hitler's lap...

  8. What are the chances two people would come up with the same phrase/name? It's a bit unique, isn't it?

    I read in a review that the writer or director (bad memory) said that the name was taken from "some real guy" he met in New York. The guy must have got it from EC...The guy being interviewed denies knowing anything about Costellos use of the name.

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